Quote by Grateful Dead Download Open image ““Since the end is never told, We pay the teller off in gold, But he cannot be bought or sold.”” — Grateful Dead ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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I've got a bottle and a girl who's fourteen and a damn good case of Mexicali Blues. — Grateful Dead Copy Share Image
I may be going to hell in a bucket, baby, but at least I'm enjoying the ride. — Grateful Dead Copy Share Image
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Rat cat ally, roll them bones, need that cash to feed the jones. And the politicians throwing stones, singing ashes, ashes, all fall down. — Grateful Dead Copy Share Image